Stuart Miller-Osborne

I had been asked to write a poem For the New Year by Marcus Martin of Macclesfield I asked him what type of poem would he would like Fuck It it is your choice Joe write whatever you want This troubled me as I knew that little would change Wars would continue as insanely as…

What is past is present What is present is past The End of England Has a railway station I am there at present Waiting for a train That has already departed Valerie is travelling with me She always travels with me During her Week of Wonders

This is like it used to be When we all rested And the town was light A common sense holiday Between the slipping years

I have a small coronation bowl It is made of milk glass and is very beautiful I am very happy with this bowl It cost me just fifty pence My bowl is opaque and translucent Which gives it a serene calmness That is much appreciated By those who care

Dear Martha Stayed of Kentucky As a poet I am often accused of having many styles Which is a fair enough comment as I do not really have a style I am one of these rare people who cannot be easily pigeonholed That is why I often refer to myself as a grasshopper I am…

Oh Yipee I am a Hippie It is all Peace and Love Welcome in the New Year My dear friends Take this Smoke that Life is a series Of endless sunsets All the evenings of the world Hang on Just fucking hang on What am I saying What are these lies Peace and Love Nothing…

My name is Naked Smith That is all the world Needs to know The rest is quite boring

If you want to see me Naked Then close your eyes And count to six Open them again And you will see me Naked

Annie has just dragged me Into her perfumed bath I am fully clothed It is a spiteful day outside And the mud from my jeans Is staining her bathwater I was going to climb the spire this afternoon But I think I will spend it with Annie

The sleeping days between Christmas and the New Year Seem so very grey and cold to me Please write from wherever you are